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I just got off the phone with the detective assigned to my case. They got good prints off my car, and they have a hit, but unless I can pick the guy out of a line up it’s fairly useless. Because the print was on the outside of the car, the defendant can say he was in the neighborhood and touched the car accidentally at some point during the day. None of the prints they got off the inside of the car are good enough for matching. So the Det. is bringing a photo line up for me to look at tomorrow. But since they had bandanas tied around their faces, it’s kind of a crap shoot. We’ll see.

It’s nice they gave it to a detective that works the same hours as me, I guess. But now I’m tired. I’m lonely and sad and I can’t really call anyone at 1 am, just because I want to chat. The perils of the night shift.

Boss Daddy, because he is the best, went down to the station and talked to the Commander for a bit this week. They said yes, it isn’t our imagination, there has been huge upsurge in this kind of crime in our neighborhood and two other specific neighborhoods as well. They think, maybe, that there’s new gangs moving into the area and that most of it is gang initiation related. Yeah, that doesn’t make me feel better. But it sort of does, like it wasn’t just random, hideous crime in my neighborhood. However, if it’s true, I suspect the Nashville PD doesn’t have gang unit that’s ready for this kind of thing. Since one of the cops who responded when I was robbed spent a god deal of time explaining how gentrification and crime are related, as if it was new concept, I’m gonna guess they really aren’t ready.